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"Sport, I don't think I know. I seen it many a time. I'd know it in a million, sure." "Where did you see it before?" "On M'Ginnis's mitt. It useter belong t' Bud." "Ah!" exclaimed Ravenslee, scowling down at the ring, "you make me wish more than ever that I had throttled him a little harder." "Where'd you get that ring, sport?" Soapy repeated. "From Maggie Finlay's father!"
It seemed evident by his manner that he was speaking of something that did not please him very much. Merriwell was pulled out of his sweater, and then somebody tossed him a practice ball. Little Danny Griswold, the Yale shortstop, put on a catcher's mitt and prepared to catch for Frank. Yale was making a last desperate struggle for a score in the sixth inning.
Having arrived at this Proud Eminence, Hezekiah was ripe to spring some Advice to Young Men. Any Patriarch who has slipped the Tall Mitt to the entire Universe and dealt from both Ends of the Deck is the Real Boy when it comes to laying down Rules of Conduct for the Pale Youth who wants an $8 Job.
Meanwhile the boat is plunging along through the water, the helm lashed or in beckets, and the skipper hard at work with a knife or gibbing mitt. A score of other boats in a radius of half a mile or so, will be in like case, so there is always danger of collision. Many narrow escapes and not a few accidents have resulted from the practice of cleaning up while under sail.
I could think of no way to figure it except that when the ball left him there was scarcely any appreciable interval of time before it cracked in Sweeney's mitt. It was the Rube's drop, which I believed unhittable. Berne let it go by, shaking his head as McClung called it a strike. Another followed, which Berne chopped at vainly.
Ther' wa'n't no camp outfit." Ralph shook his head and brushed away the ice about his mouth with the back of his beaver mitt. There was a painful atmosphere of disquiet about the two men. Their backward glances spoke far louder than words.
You fill the place with business and allow me a weekly envelope that makes me tilt my chin till I have to wear my lid down over my eyes to keep it from falling off the back of my head, and when there's profits to split up you shoves mine into my mitt and puts yours into improvements. You put in the new shower baths and new bars and traps, and the last thing, that swimming-tank back there.
Bancroft made a sharp short-arm throw. Clover took the ball handsomely, and Mulloy was tagged as he slid. "Out!" announced Carker. "Why, the kids think they can steal on ye, Mitt!" sneered McCann, while the Rovers, with the exception of Bender, shouted with laughter. Two men were out, and there was a strike on Merriwell. Bender tried to pull Frank with a couple of wide ones.
It made such a tempting background for the lace mitt. No one but old ladies wore gloves, except on very fine occasions. And her slim little fingers, with their pink nails, were so pretty! If he could even hold her hand! But they jolted over rough streets, through little clumps of Irish villages, and laughed over the pigs, and geese, and children.
"You're a strapping fine young fellow, Brown, even if you did hit me with your hard mitt, and I believe I should be grateful to you." "Don't bother," said Fred shortly. "I will bother," the old man cried, imperiously, with a gesture of his head that Fred knew well; "I will bother, and my daughter will thank you, too." "Your daughter!"
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